<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:35.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing in the dark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113764525791807349</id><published>2006-01-18T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:43:55.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis lições de vida que aprendemos com a Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/stoptvaddiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/320/stoptvaddiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com base nos asburdos e-mails que recebemos todos os dias, nós (o clã), decidimos postar algumas das verdades universais às quais nunca teríamos acesso se não fosse a internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Nunca tome &lt;em&gt;drinks&lt;/em&gt; suspeitos com loiras gostosas que você não conhece. Você vai acordar numa banheira cheia de gelo e sem o rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Nunca se sente, no cinema, sem antes olhar cuidadosamente a cadeira. Pode haver uma seringa contaminada com o vírus da AIDS presa no estofado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Nunca visite a Amazônia sem o seu passaporte. Nos livros escolares americanos, a floresta tropical é considerada área internacionalizada e já não faz parte do Brasil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Nunca disque 9 quando alguém do outro lado da linha pedir. Sua linha será clonada e você vai pagar uma fortuna de conta telefônica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. Nunca mais duvide das profecias de Nostradamus: “Na cidade de Deus, haverá um grande estrondo e os dois irmãos gêmeos desaparecerão no caos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. A terceira guerra mundial começará quando a grande cidade arder no décimo primeiro dia do nono mês”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós não conseguimos localizar o trecho nos textos do picare..., arrã, profeta, mas que parece Nostradamus, parece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais alguns conselhos úteis para sua vida, segundo a apostila internética:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuja de Kombis brancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuja de Fiats vermelhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuja do velho do saco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca durma com a porta do guarda-roupa aberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haja o que houver, nunca olhe embaixo da cama se vc ouvir um ruido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca diga a seus amigos numa sala em uma noite chuvosa "vou buscar uma cerveja e já volto." Voce nunca mais vai voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca tente bancar o heroi. Isso sempre termina em tragédia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS.: Gostaria de dar os devidos créditos aos meus queridos amigos (surtados) que foram, na verdade, os co-autores deste post. Acredite, ele foi criado numa mesa de boteco. Se bem, que, visto o teor do post, não é tão difícil assim de acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais uma: post non-sense é o que há!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amigos: amanhã, passado o efeito da pinga, entenderemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113764525791807349?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113764525791807349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113764525791807349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113764525791807349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113764525791807349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/seis-lies-de-vida-que-aprendemos-com.html' title='Seis lições de vida que aprendemos com a Internet'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113743503578888705</id><published>2006-01-16T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:10:35.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's better to lose a love than love a loser"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fantastic, brilliant, congratulations to the author!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113743503578888705?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113743503578888705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113743503578888705&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113743503578888705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113743503578888705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113734914519476276</id><published>2006-01-15T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:42:08.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something is coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu link ja estava na minha lista há alguns dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não sei se alguém já entrou lá, mas eu achei bem estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Logo que você entra, aparece uma foto um tanto sinistra e que para alguns não faz sentido algum, mas é um teste para sua inteligência.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reparem no pop-up que aparece logo que você entra na página! Cabuloso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisnotporn.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/320/oven_r1_c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clique na foto para entrar no site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu não consegui ir até o fim do enigma, se alguém for brilhantemente inteligente e conseguir, por favor ajudem a ignorante aqui! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113734914519476276?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thisisnotporn.com' title='Link do dia'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113734914519476276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113734914519476276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113734914519476276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113734914519476276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/link-do-dia.html' title='Link do dia'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113734819433964380</id><published>2006-01-15T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:29:26.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Electrical Storm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, life's just the same. One moment with a little change, then it all comes back to what it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have reasons to cheer up thought. My life might change another little bit tomorrow and b-sides, I'm going home next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I had a blast you know. Yeah, I decided I was going to forget this lack of love in my life no matter what. And I could for a couple hours. Great music, great people, great conversation...and then, one moment later it was all gone and this misery took over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't stand this lack of consideration of some people any longer! It would be better if they didn't even started anything so it wouldn't give my any hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, I'm getting better now I'm taking all of that crap out of my head. Well, at least this thingy here has some utility. What else would I do? What the hell could I do? Complain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I started this post with Doors' &lt;em&gt;Chrystal Ship&lt;/em&gt; - Great song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But this is not the song of the day. Click &lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/audio_url/P194420_04_1.wma"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out which it is! Ah, and by clicking the title of this post you'll read its lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and THANK YOU for your lovely comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113734819433964380?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://u2.letras.terra.com.br/letras/62941/' title='&quot;Electrical Storm&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113734819433964380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113734819433964380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113734819433964380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113734819433964380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/electrical-storm.html' title='&quot;Electrical Storm&quot;'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113726976142284218</id><published>2006-01-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:41:57.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's changed....Did anything change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what happened (I'm a liar, I do know), but I feel so happy right now...it felt like something was missing, and now it's all complete. It's like taking off something one thousand pounds heavy from my head. No. Actually it's a little more pleasant than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'd like to thank you for making me see I'm nothing without you. I don't know if you still feel the same (I guess not), but as I once told, I am the guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just wanted you to know that I really miss you, but maybe I am not ready yet. Maybe I'm not but this feeling of wanting to be with you won't go out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mudando de assunto, pra quem me perguntou o que eram essas "mini-fotos" de vários artistas e bandas aqui do lado, elas são &lt;em&gt;fanlistings&lt;/em&gt;, tipo uma comunidade virtual, uma lista de fãs, melhor dizendo. Se vc clicar nelas, vc vai direto em cada uma das fanlistings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As duas faixas aí em cima, são duas campanhas. Uma é a Make Poverty history (combate a pobreza) e a outra é a Open Mind (para acabar com o racismo étnico, sexual, ódio, etc...), clicando neles vc tb vai direto no site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah e Marcos, o layout é segredo de estado...rs...brincadeira! Depois te ensino, trocar o lay do blogspot é complicado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musica do dia: Jack Johnson -"Times like these" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113726976142284218?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113726976142284218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113726976142284218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113726976142284218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113726976142284218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/somethings-changeddid-anything-change.html' title='Something&apos;s changed....Did anything change?'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113718721948324664</id><published>2006-01-13T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:48:06.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Song Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh... que saudades de minha casa...da minha outra casa, lá na cidade que me "adotou", dos meus (poucos) amigos de lá. Por incrível que pareça estou sentindo falta de tudo por lá. E claro, do meu "amigo" mais especial de todos, mas como sempre, faço questão de estragar tudo, então não me sinto no direito de reclamar!&lt;br /&gt;É como a Lili me falou outro dia, quando disse a ela que talvez minha vida estivesse melhor se eu nunca tivesse mudado daqui, porém, ela, com suas sábias palavras (lol), me fez ver que não. O tempo passa, meus ex-amigos de faculdade já se formaram, a turma se separou, ou seja, tudo está bem, dentro de seu próprio contexto. As coisas nunca voltarão a serem as mesmas, nem iguais elas foram no passado, e isso foi essencial para minha tomada de decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito voltar pra minha cidadezinha, mas penso: se estou sentindo tanta falta dos meus amigos e da minha casa em GYN, deve ser então pq eu gosto de lá, e muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/cover1.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A música de hoje é "&lt;em&gt;Bedroom Dancing"&lt;/em&gt; do &lt;em&gt;Day One.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta, inclusive, foi a que me serviu de inspiração para criar este blog, e um de seus versos, era o antigo nome deste blog (&lt;em&gt;Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies&lt;/em&gt;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ouvir um trecho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.submarino.com.br/audio_url/P73298_04.wma"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Para ler a letra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songwords.net/waiguo/dayone/002.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..e por favor, comente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113718721948324664?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113718721948324664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113718721948324664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113718721948324664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113718721948324664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/special-song-of-day.html' title='Special Song Of The Day'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113691256079288939</id><published>2006-01-10T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:49:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/cold.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although my mood is not so good, the songs I've been hearing are kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is my favorite band - everyone who knows me know that - a band called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In my opinion, their songs add a little wisdom to my poor life.&lt;br /&gt;As I always say , Chris Martin sings from the bottom of his soul and that makes him, and the band, the most fascinating on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I listen to their music as much as I can.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Listening to them is so essential to me as breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/nofx.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/nofx.gif" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear &lt;strong&gt;NOFx&lt;/strong&gt; too. Actually, I don't like them a lot, but there is a song called "&lt;em&gt;Together on the sand" &lt;/em&gt;that is really great!&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of song to hear when you feel blue - which is not my case - anyways...it cheers you up whatever your mood is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As you can see, I returned with the CD covers - due to popular request!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just one more and I'll go. But I don't feel like searching album cover images for this one though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a perfect band to play their album in a party 'cuz it's real cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one is called &lt;em&gt;Groove Armada&lt;/em&gt;...even though I don't appreciate this kind of rythm any longer, I have to admit this band makes a really good music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favorite song is called Superstyl'n (yeah, you must know that one too!) - Great song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I guess it's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to go cuz now I'll have a real blast with my sister Lili...I promise I'll post pics soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paty, a "seção" de CDs foi em homenagem a vc...*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113691256079288939?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113691256079288939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113691256079288939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113691256079288939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113691256079288939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/soundtrack-of-week.html' title='Soundtrack of the week'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113684816613714604</id><published>2006-01-09T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:51:17.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ás vezes eu queria ter o poder de mudar tudo. Ou de pelo menos poder voltar um pouco o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se mudaria alguma coisa no meu passado, porque, apesar de certas coisas terem doído um pouco, eu ainda acho que elas foram importantes para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, vejo como tantas coisas boas e ruins passaram por mim e eu nada fiz para tentar mudá-las, melhorá-las, enfim. Mais um ano começando e hoje, Terça-Feira, 10 de janeiro de 2006, parei para pensar em como o tempo passa rápido. Já acabo a faculdade logo, minha filha já fez 2 anos, e eu ja tenho 23...e o que eu fiz nesse ano que passou? O que eu fiz com a minha vida ao longo desses anos? Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, muitas vezes quando paro para analisar, sinto como se eu apenas vivesse, porque essa é uma tarefa que eu &lt;em&gt;tenho&lt;/em&gt; que cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que posso fazer uma analogia da minha vida com uma imensa &lt;em&gt;highway, &lt;/em&gt;por onde nós dirigimos e ao longo do caminho os carros, motos, prédios, hospitais, cinemas, shoppings, são como as pessoas e coisas que vimos e conhecemos ao longo da vida. Assim como as coisas sujas, as favelas, mendigos, coisa e pessoas podres...seriam as coisas ruins e pessoas más que eventualmente passam por nós...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero dizer com isso é que tudo na vida passa tão rápido por nós...mesmo que seja bom, as coisas passam por nossa vida - e nós por elas - e nada fica, nada é definitivo. O que me faz pensar que talvez EU não faça nada para mudar isso. Eu também não tomo nenhuma atitude em relação a isso. Por que será que eu não busco nada mais sólido para minha vida ao invés de ficar apenas 'fingindo' que vivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...e quando ler meu blog, por favor, comente. É....você, VOCÊ mesmo...eu sei que vc entra aqui de vez em quando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113684816613714604?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113684816613714604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113684816613714604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113684816613714604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113684816613714604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/insights.html' title='Insights'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113673663347380552</id><published>2006-01-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:56:05.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O medo causado pela inteligência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/fuckit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/320/fuckit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando Winston Churchill, ainda jovem, acabou de pronunciar seu discurso de estréia na Câmara dos Comuns, foi perguntar a um velhor parlamentar, amigo de seu pai, o que tinha achado de seu primeiro desempenho naquela assembléia de vedetes políticas.O velho pôs a mão no ombro de Churchill e disse, em tom paternal:"Meu jovem, você cometeu um grande erro. Foi muito brilhante neste seu primeiro discurso na Casa. Isso é imperdoável! Deveria ter começado um pouco mais na sombra. Deveria ter gaguejado um pouco. Com a inteligência que demonstrou hoje, deve ter conquistado, no mínimo, uns trinta inimigos. O talento assusta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ali estava uma das melhores lições de abismo que um velho sábio pôde dar au seu pupilo que se iniciava numa carreira difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isso, na Inglaterra. Imaginem aqui, no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é demais lembrar a famosa trova de Ruy Barbosa: "Há tantos burros mandando em homens de inteligência que, às vezes, fico pensando que a burrice é uma Ciência". A maior parte das pessoas encasteladas em posições políticas é medíocre e tem um indisfarsável medo da inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Temos de admitir que, de um modo geral, os medíocres são mais obstinados na conquista das posições. Sabem ocupar os espaços vazios deixados pelos talentosos displicentes que não revelam o apetite do poder. Mas é preciso considerar que esses medíocres ladinos, oportunistas e ambiciosos têm o hábito de salvaguardar suas posições conquistadas com verdadeiras muralhas de granito por onde talentosos não conseguem passar. Em todas as áreas encontramos dessas fortalezas estabelecidas, as panelinhas do arrivismo, inexpugnáveis às legiões dos lúcidos. Dentro desse raciocínio, que poderia ser uma extensão do "Elogio da Loucura", de Erasmo de Roterdan, somos forçados a admitir que uma pessoa precisa fingir-se de burra, caso queira vencer na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou fingir ser burra para poder acompanhar a multidao? Fingindo ser burro e meio debiloide você nao se sente sozinho e sempre tem alguem pra conversar , por isso eu digo vamos conspirar!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113673663347380552?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113673663347380552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113673663347380552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113673663347380552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113673663347380552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-medo-causado-pela-inteligncia.html' title='O medo causado pela inteligência'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113658044441247879</id><published>2006-01-06T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:55:14.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best things to do in your hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem foi ótimo. Encontrei amigos que não via há muito tempo, e foi bem legal. O legal de vc ficar muito tempo sem ver alguém, é que quando vcs se encontram, sempre tem muito assunto pra colocar em dia, e é sempre ótimo ter conversas interessantes, com gente interessante. É como se pudéssemos ficar horas e horas conversando sem nem perceber quanto tempo passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah...não sei, estou me sentindo tão sem inspiração para escrever esses dias. Por mais que eu pense, parece que nada interessante sai da minha cabeça, é uma pena, já que eu gosto tanto de escrever, porém, de vez em quando as palavras fogem de mim. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aliás, preciso fazer um &lt;em&gt;top five &lt;/em&gt;com as coisas que eu mais gosto...ta aí, legal, gostei. O problema é que é difícil se decidir entre Hershey's Cookies &amp;amp; Cream e Hägen-Daaz, ou "&lt;em&gt;Shiver" &lt;/em&gt;e&lt;em&gt; "High Speed" &lt;/em&gt;(por exemplo), então eu teria que escrever sempre "não necessariamente nesta ordem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comecemos então com o &lt;em&gt;top five&lt;/em&gt; das coisas mais interessantes para se fazer na sua cidade natal (não necessariamente nesta ordem):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 - Rever a família e amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 - Ir a lugares novos que eu ainda não conhecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 - Sair pra balada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 - Saber o que está rolando nas rádios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 - Lembrar do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito interessante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra terminar, uma música muito inspiradora que eu ouvi no carro ontem enquanto voltava do "Boteco":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Baby, turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And let me see that sexy body go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bump, bump, bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is all I wanna see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, show me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113658044441247879?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113658044441247879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113658044441247879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113658044441247879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113658044441247879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-things-to-do-in-your-hometown.html' title='The best things to do in your hometown'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113642844755502462</id><published>2006-01-04T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:56:20.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since I last wrote in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha nada de interessante para escrever...e escrever sobre meu dia-a-dia e blá blá...é tão lugar comum, acho que a internet ja está cheia o suficiente dessed lixos.&lt;br /&gt;É bom estar de volta à minha hometown, é interessante ver que a gente se afasta e nada muda "&lt;em&gt;Extreme ways are back again&lt;/em&gt;", as pessoas são as mesmas, agora fazendo coisas diferentes, alguns se perderam pelo caminho "&lt;em&gt;Extreme places I didn't know&lt;/em&gt;", mas é ótimo ver tudo e todos...tudo aqui me remete ao passado "I&lt;em&gt; broke everything new again/Everything that I'd owned"&lt;/em&gt;, e de certa forma, (e me pergunto porquê), tento fugir tanto deste passado, mesmo achando que era muito melhor do que esta vida miserável que eu tenho agora "&lt;em&gt;I threw it out the windows, came along&lt;/em&gt;", muito mais confortável do que "isso" que minha vida se transformou.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Extreme ways I know, will part/The colors of my sea/Perfect color me&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Acho que uma das coisas que mais me incomodam é ver que tem tanta gente que está tão "melhor" que eu "&lt;em&gt;Extreme ways that help me/They help me out late at night&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu estou com sono..."&lt;em&gt;Extreme places I had gone/But never seen any light&lt;/em&gt;", amanhã eu termino essa viagem...ao som de ....(well, you guess)...chega daquela pregação de ficar fazendo propaganda pros artistas de graça, colocar fotinho das capinhas de CD, dá muito trabalho e nem fica tão legal assim...&lt;br /&gt;Well ya'll, see you tomorrow (oh, yeah I have a bunch of readers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty basements, dirty noise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty places coming through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extreme worlds alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you ever like it planned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113642844755502462?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113642844755502462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113642844755502462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113642844755502462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113642844755502462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2006/01/extreme-ways.html' title='Extreme Ways'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113574029198877660</id><published>2005-12-27T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:39:49.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the small (and same) things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Same shit, different day...a mesma coisa, dia diferente. No entanto o dia hoje está bonito, chuva, céu cinza, meio frio...Isso é algo que me leva a pensar que o que é ou não bonito é realmente um conceito muito relativo. Não acreditei quando ouvi alguém dizer que o dia estava feio hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O que eu mais gosto nos dias assim é de ficar olhando a chuva, os carros passando, as pessoas...claro, uma trilha sonora é esscencial e extremamente necessária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas mudando um pouco o foco, hoje enquanto observava a chuva (e divagava, apesar de estar dirigindo - &lt;em&gt;detalhe&lt;/em&gt;), eu estava ouvindo &lt;em&gt;Speed of Sound&lt;/em&gt; do Coldplay, e viajando, cheguei á conclusão que se a vida tivesse uma música, seria essa. Não apenas pela letra, mas pela música em si. Prestando atenção, dá pra identificar todas (ou quase) as partes do dia enquanto a música toca, a introducão seria o começo do dia, e ao decorrer da música &lt;em&gt;"How long am I gonna stand with my head stuck under the sand?"&lt;/em&gt;, perceber situações do seu dia-a-dia, e o próprio título da música que pra mim simboliza a rapidez com que as coisas acontecem, principalmente as 24 horas que compõem o dia...até chegar o refrão &lt;em&gt;"Birds gonna fly on the speed of sound, to show you where it all began&lt;/em&gt;...", uma referência clara ao horário de &lt;em&gt;rush&lt;/em&gt;, se eu fosse a &lt;em&gt;diretora&lt;/em&gt; desse clipe, eu teria feito um vídeo do dia inteiro, 24horas completas, e o faria em &lt;em&gt;fast forward, &lt;/em&gt;tipo o &lt;em&gt;Ray Of Light &lt;/em&gt;da&lt;em&gt; Madonna, &lt;/em&gt;mostrando os fatos da vida de um indivíduo comum, de preferência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que viagem...o melhor de tudo isso é saber que eu posso escrever tudo aqui pq ninguem vai ler, entao posso exagerar na viagem de verdade \o/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoje enquanto eu escrevia, rolou Coldplay (ah, jura?) - &lt;em&gt;Moses, Shiver, Speed of Sound, High Speed&lt;/em&gt;. Ah, &lt;em&gt;Electrical Storm&lt;/em&gt; do U2, que é uma bem bonitinha também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pra terminar, algumas frases de uma música (mais uma) com a qual me identifico também, &lt;em&gt;She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want moreI don't mind spending everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she will be loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she will be loved&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113574029198877660?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113574029198877660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113574029198877660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113574029198877660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113574029198877660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-small-and-same-things.html' title='All the small (and same) things'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113557385572318524</id><published>2005-12-25T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:41:06.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The living hell show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/TakeBackSunday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De certa forma estou me sentindo melhor agora, e seria hipocrisia dizer que não sei porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feliz de um jeito e pior de outro, penso que seria melhor ter deixado do jeito que estava, pelo menos sofreria menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Existem milhares de coisas que eu gostaria de saber explicar, mas que não saem por algum motivo, acho que escrever me faz perder o medo por alguns instantes, talvez porque eu saiba que ninguem vai ler, e que essas palavras se percam no meio de tantas outras e que um dia elas virem lixo internético, cibernético ou aaaaarghhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por outro lado, acho que quem lê é exatamente quem deve ler, e esse alguém vai entender, por ser parte disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As vezes eu me sinto alguém, me sinto no direito de achar que sou gente...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I started writing songs on my own, my own songs!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me senti mal a maior parte do dia hoje, talvez por isso esteja assim tão retardada,escrevendo coisas sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, não tente ler achando que isso vai fazer algum sentido, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Não sei porque deixei você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;não sei porque deixei você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;não sei porque deixei você me dizer o que fazer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The best part of it all (at least for me) is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enquanto escrevia, eu tava ouvindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sounddtrack for a Monday morning - Feeling a lil' better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Essa é até boa, levando-se em consideração que as bandas pop rock atuais são puro lixo, na minha opinião, um monte de versos que todo mundo ta cansado de ouvir, parece que temos medo da inteligência (qualquer hora conspiro mais sobre isso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O nome da música é &lt;em&gt;Helena, My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;, até dá p/ ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Taking Back Sunday - Cute without the e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/TakeBackSunday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/TakeBackSunday.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse Cd foi meu irmão lindo que me deu, de uma banda quase desconhecida no Brasil, mas que tb &lt;em&gt;rocks!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bem legal mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E por último, essa música gracinha que eu não conhecia, de uma banda super gracinha, pelo que andei pesquisando na internet, ja até pedi pro meu irmão comprar pra mim nos States...essa chama &lt;em&gt;Eleanor Rigby, Godhead&lt;/em&gt;, que me lembra Orgy, que me &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/godhead322160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/godhead322160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lembra minha irmã. Massa, tem até um CD de cover dos Beatles com várias bandas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Final Words: &lt;em&gt;Exit Song (For a Film)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113557385572318524?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113557385572318524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113557385572318524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113557385572318524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113557385572318524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-hell-show.html' title='The living hell show'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113553076122361934</id><published>2005-12-25T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:11:24.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a selfish mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is nothing else to do, people must be with their families or buddies, I've already smoked too many cigarettes. Feeling miserable right now.There is someone I would like to talk to, but I have pushed him away. Yes, I was so stupid I pulled the only person who liked me as I am out of my life. He doesn't want to talk to me I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought he was not okay, I thought he was not cleaver or fashion and now I see I miss him even though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I treated him bad, I was so neive I thought he would never walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And that was what I got. That was my gift. I could write a book today. Its title would probably be: "Be selfish and lose everything" or better yet: "How to feel miserable in ten lessons".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But yeah, I am okay. If he'd stayed, I would hurt him more. But yeah, I would like to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack for a miserable moment&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/f17904y4y3t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a-ha - Memorial Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, momentos trágicos têm sua trilha sonora também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Deixando claro que foi aleatório e não escolhido, mas mesmo assim este album é muito bom para quando vc está se sentindo a última das criaturas (ou perto disso).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Album de '93, minhas preferidas são &lt;em&gt;Move to Memphis, Angel, Lie Down in Darkness, &lt;/em&gt;entre outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tá bom, me chamem do que quiser, eu GOSTO de a-ha sim, mas (ao contrario de uns e outros) eu ASSUMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah, queria tanto saber escrever... :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113553076122361934?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113553076122361934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113553076122361934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113553076122361934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113553076122361934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2005/12/confessions-of-selfish-mind.html' title='Confessions of a selfish mind'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20172464.post-113551720652591077</id><published>2005-12-25T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:57:27.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Christmas confessions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music, cigarrettes, loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Parece até meio clichê falar isso, mas final de ano é mesmo uma retrospectiva da vida...ontem enquanto bebia smirnoff ice e fumava um maço de Marlboro® (sozinha, detalhe), comecei a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo poderia ser (ou pelo menos estar naquele momento) diferente se eu não tivesse sido tão egoísta, tão má, tão sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que tudo isso foi resultado de escolhas que eu mesma fiz, me fez (quase) admitir que isso me atinge mais do que eu gostaria. Mais do que eu &lt;em&gt;quero&lt;/em&gt; admitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perguntaram: "Passou filminho da vida na cabeça, foi?", passou, e o que é pior: &lt;em&gt;no final ending, dear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After X-Mas Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trilha sonora, reflete meu estado de espírito. O pior é que eu nem sei como estou...&lt;em&gt;"yeah, I know I was wrong, maybe I just wanted to play with you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim...eu tinha comprado um CD pra...ah, deixa pra lá..que acabou ficando meu presente de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/review-jackjohnson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/review-jackjohnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack Johnson - In Between Dreams: &lt;/strong&gt;Maravilhoso, sem comentários, definitivamente o melhor que eu comprei/ganhei nos últimos meses.&lt;br /&gt;Sittting, waiting, wishing - Ok, me chamem de clichê de novo, mas essa é uma das minhas preferidas, incrível como a letra é perfeita, acho que é a música que eu gostaria que alguém cantasse para mim &lt;em&gt;("I sang your songs/ I danced your dance/ I gave your friends all a chance/ But putting up with them/ Wasn’t worth never having you ")....&lt;/em&gt; Não que eu gostaria, mas acho que seria a que mais combina com o que eu sou .&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante como certas pessoas fazem você se sentir. Mais impressionante ainda é como &lt;em&gt;você&lt;/em&gt; mesmo pode determinar como se sentir. Okay Mr. Xh, sing this song for me: &lt;em&gt;"I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you/ I can’t always be playing, playing your fool/ I keep playing your part/ But it’s not my scene... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madonna - Justify my love (The Beast Within Mix):&lt;/strong&gt; Nada a ver com o Natal e nem com nada, pra quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/1600/justifymylovecanadacd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/2016/200/justifymylovecanadacd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; não sabe, são apenas versos da Bíblia (Apocalipse), com &lt;em&gt;backing vocals&lt;/em&gt; e música de Lenny Kravitz. Mas mesmo assim é fascinante, chega até a dar medo, será que vai acontecer isso com a gente mesmo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mal para alguém que se julgava tão cética a respeito disso, não?&lt;br /&gt;Blogs, Flogs e afins são apenas instrumentos para projetar o ego e talvez a timidez de alguns, então pensei: por que não me incluir nesta realidade.&lt;br /&gt;No mais, thanx to J.J. and see you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20172464-113551720652591077?l=turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/113551720652591077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20172464&amp;postID=113551720652591077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113551720652591077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20172464/posts/default/113551720652591077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-off-the-lights.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-christmas-confessions.html' title='Post Christmas confessions...'/><author><name>Fabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17112758146323534472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fabi_faria/sparks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
